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Blood oath

‼WARNING‼ Contains sensitive/triggering content. If you don't like blood or murder, please don't read.

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Thick red blood drips down my sword blade as I pull it out of my victims chest. He deserved it. He broke his oath, and so he died.

I sneer at his dead body. He broke blood oath. The most binding of all the oaths, and he broke it.

I take out my blood-stained white cloth, and wipe the dark blood off of my blade.

The more blood stains on your cloth, the higher you are in the ranks. My cloth is almost completely red.

Killing doesn't bother me anymore. Especially when it's for such a reason as breaking the blood oath.

He left behind his people. His family. The people who took him in when he was living on the streets, eating scraps. So ungrateful.

I put away my sword and walk away, not letting him plague my thoughts any longer.

I pull out my belt knife and twirl it around in my fingers, watching the blade catch the small amount of moon light seeping into the alleyway.

I smile to myself. The ceremony is today. It will be held at 11:30, so when the last word is said it will be midnight.

The ceremony is for me. I am the leader's daughter, after all.

I sigh to my self. I will finally be able to cut my hair short. I was required to not cut it from my birth to now. I'm 16.

My hair is a dark shade of amber. I have it in multiple intricate braids that are pulled back into a pony tail. If I didn't have my hair like this, it would drag behind me on the ground for multiple inches. Thank goodness I have a maid to brush my hair, and I don't have to do it myself.

I walk through a door way leading to a large chamber with rows upon rows of chairs covering most of the floor area. The entire society of the spider lily will be there to watch.

I go up to the altar where I will lay while my father kills me. I let my fingertips brush against the top of the cold metal. It will be painful, but worth it. I will be gifted with a thousand lives. If things go as planned.

There is a 50/50 chance that I will survive the ceremony, or more specifically, come back to life.

I might be able to higher the chances if I . . . no I shouldn't . . . but . . .

Before I can stop myself, I'm laying down on the altar.

A few seconds later, I feel something like oil creep onto me. I look down at my body, and see thick dark shadows spreading out onto me.

I let out a scream before my vision is clouded by darkness.

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Second one done!

This one is a bit shorter, because I couldn't think of anything else.

Please critique my writing if you want, and have a good day/night!

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